Demigod School

Talk Politics to Me

Ok so that last chapter went so differently then I originally planned. Haha oops. Anyways, sorry for not updating in like forever (again), here's the next chapter! Also, please note I'm back in school, updates will be long, I have lots of homework to do, but I am not abandoning the story! Love you all xoxo 

REYNA

"No, we cannot cut out our chocolate sale." I said, each word clipped with irritation.

It was already an hour after the meeting was supposed to end, I had about five hours of homework to complete, I missed my tennis match for this, and I all I was running on was a half eaten granola bar that tasted like chalk. To say I wasn't happy would be an understatement.

Octavian, the vice president, as usual had to draw out the student government meeting for his senseless and sometimes even cruel ideas. Last time his idea was to make the ninth graders clean all upperclassmen's rooms instead of getting detention. Obviously as president I vetoed that. 

This time he wanted to cut out our chocolate sale, our biggest fundraiser for the majority of our class trips. I swear, sometimes I could drive a spear up that scarecrow's butt. 

"Why not? It seems completely unnecessary." Octavian replied, his nasal voice grating on every fiber of my being. 

His pale blonde hair hung disgustingly to his forehead, glistened in sweat. The hollows of his cheeks were sunken in like a corpse. Although his eyes... The malicious glint and hunger for power in them sent a chill to my bone. He knew we needed the chocolate sale. He knew I had to go home. This was his game.

He would not win.

I leveled him with a glare from deep brown eyes. It was one made of ice, without a trace of sympathy or kindness. It was a glass fracture, ready to pierce through skin and not afraid to draw blood.

A smug smirk came to my face as he took a small, almost indecipherable gulp. I had won this round. How many more could I win? Hopefully a lot.

"I have already explained this to you, Octavian." I said, my voice cool and authoritative.

I raised my chin slightly higher, making my position even more evident. He was lower then me and he would know it. School politics are a vicious sort.

"I don't recall." Octavian said, trying to sound powerful, but ultimately making a fool of himself.

"Men, they are all stupid pigs. The earth has only ever been graced by women." I heard our treasurer, Zoe, mutter under her breath.

Well, she's not totally wrong there. 

I nearly wanted to punch Octavian in the face when he gave her a nasty sneer for the comment. Though Zoe handled herself well. In return she gave him a fake innocent smile, one that dripped in falsified sweetness. 

He was miffed he couldn't strike her nerves. That idiotic boy.

"I believe she said they are too valuable to our school fundraising to be taken out." Silena, our historian, said bubbly.

Her happiness was so genuine it killed me sometimes. She was this soft ray of sunshine always keeping everyone in good spirits, perfect fit for her the cheerleader she was.

"Well, that doesn't explain anything." Octavian sniffed.

His arms were crossed defensively over his chest. He stood with arrogance. At this point I was surprised his inflamed ego hadn't caused him to explode.

"I can't believe I'm even here." Clarisse mumbled.

Our sergeant-at-arms wasn't exactly the most enthusiastic member of student government. If anything she was totally bored with her position and these meetings. It remained a mystery as to why she ran for office in the first place.

"Can we be done yet? Please?" Grover pleaded.

His voice was tired and laced with annoyance. The multicolored Rasta cap rested lazily on his wild brown curls. I wished I could tell our secretary that we could be done, but sadly no.

"Once Octavian gets it through his thick boned skull that we are not cutting out our chocolate sales, then yes, we can be done." I practically snarled. Meetings were supposed to last at maximum an 90 minutes. It was going on 140.

"Fine. We won't cut out the chocolate sale." Octavian stomped out of the room like an angry child throwing a fit.

"Finally." Zoe said, pushing everyone out of her way. She was probably late to archery practice.

I sighed. Sleep was all I needed right now. To lie down on a bed and fall into a land with no responsibilities, even if just for a few hours, would be a luxury. A luxury my schedule couldn't afford.

"Next time, shut that snake up before my fist does." Clarisse growled in my face, stringy brown hair falling into the same colored eyes.

The rest of them shuffled out of the room behind Zoe. Grover was decent enough to at least give me a somewhat nervous smile and wave before leaving. Bless that boy's soul.

A sudden headache shot at my left temple. I massaged my forehead, hoping desperately for it to be rid of soon. The stress must be getting to me.

A slight stinging came to the back of my eyes. The burn of tears. No, I wouldn't cry. I could handle this. I would not subject to signs of weakness. Stress was not a thing to cry over. 

Raising my head with confidence made only for me, I exited the room with the aura of a queen.

ZOE

"You're late." The twelve-year-old sharply glared at me.

"Sorry, milady." I told her bowing my head slightly, my dark colored braid leaning forward with it.

"Explain your excuse." 

"The student government meeting ran late." I tried not to feel the shame creep up into me.

Here was Artemis, the best archer in the country, allowing me into her class while I disrespected her time schedule.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again." She said, whipping her head towards the other direction.

Her auburn hair shined orange in the setting sun. The silver color of her t-shirt sparkled like the twinkling stars soon to be above. The same shirt I wore.

I felt a gentle hand rest on my shoulder.

"It's okay, don't beat yourself up over it." Bianca smiled warmly at me.

In response I gave  a small, almost curt nod.

I walked over to the table where all of the silver painted bows rested. Picking up the one labeled with my name, I thought glumly of the true reason I was here.

A disgrace to the family name my father called me. My whole presence was a sickening sight. I had no honor and never would. I played the ultimate betrayal and was forced into boarding school for it. All for a dumb boy.

A dumb boy that left me alone and heartbroken after he got what he wanted.

Well it was time I got what I wanted.

The arrows were lethal. Artemis believed they would help heighten our awareness of surroundings. And trust me, they did.

As I flung one at the small red target, I imagined that was his bleeding heart. Today I would make every shot perfect. I would harness my anger into perfection. Artemis would appoint me captain of the archery team. Today I would get what I wanted.

Ok so I was originally going to put some percabeth in this chapter, but decided to go somewhere different! Not sure how next chapter will play out!